friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
THE VINEYARD OF LOVE
Lillian laid there with her face sunken into the soft golden satin pillow case that wrapped around the memory foam pillow. The glare pierced her eyes as the sun shined through her open curtains that hung with soft colors of blue and green that splattered across the yellow back drop that flowed in front of her French doors, that lead to her balcony. She moaned with satisfaction while stretching her arms to the celling all while smiling with excitement and happiness. Lillian looked over at her alarm clock and noticed the time 6:30am, blinking in red; she Thought to herself, “I have 3 hours to get dressed and head to the airport for my 9:30am flight to Italy.” Lillian was excited about the trip her and the girls, Jessica and rose had planned. They have been planning this trip for 3 months and with their busy schedules of Lillian being a high-end fashion designer, Jessica being a chef, and rose being a lawyer. They all needed this trip to relax and unwind, all while enjoying delicious food, fun that’s filled with culture and excitement, gorgeous men and of course some of the world's beast tasting wine that your taste buds would ever savor. ‘’Oh, where are my manners my name is Talisha Patillo and this this is the story of 3 best friends who venture off to the most beautiful place in the world to experience life and all the wonders that come with it.” So, sit back and enjoy the story of how Lillian finds love at a vineyard where love never tasted so sweet.
By rachell patillo5 years ago in Humans
The Story of Thomas and June
“Excuse me, I’ve got an unusual request.” I leaned on the bar-rail and pinched the nose of my mask. "Oh, hi. Be right with you.” He turned to me, threw the bar towel over his shoulder, and—well, you know exactly what he did. He pinched the nose of his mask.
By Joe Stadtmiller5 years ago in Humans
Thought Process
Time ticks by as I gaze off into the library parking lot from my desk on the second floor. I watch as families come and leave. A woman hurries through the lines of cars, pulling along a young child who's struggling to catch up. Her short legs too small to be of any use at the moment. As the woman notices this, she scoops the child up in her arms and takes the lighter load as a chance to increase her speed. Soon, she is out of my view and enters the very building I am residing in. Leaving me to sit and wonder just what could possibly have her in such a rush to enter a library.
By Najuma Ali5 years ago in Humans
Wine Duty
Bulb. B-U-L-B. BULB. What kind of a word is that? Bulb. Emma shook her head as she stared down the light bulb, the last one still emitting light in the string of incredibly chic and trendy fairy lights hanging in the window. The others had been dead for months, but this one held on.
By Marisa Ayers5 years ago in Humans
The Door to the Left
The heat was unbearable. Emma laid sprawled on her white comforter, white T-shirt clinging to her skin. She felt the cold breeze of the fan tease her skin as it blew by. Scanning her room, her eyes fell upon her laptop which was placed on top of a pile of papers for her schooling. With a groan and as much effort as possible she rolled over off the bed, toes meeting the cold tiles welcoming the few seconds of pleasure with a sigh of relief. Grabbing the laptop, she flopped back onto her bed. As if on cue, as soon as her fingers lifted the computer screen, a Facetime call rang on her screen with the name “Becks”.
By Jessica Violo5 years ago in Humans
Counting Joy
"How in the world did you find this place?" Charlie asked, white-knuckling the steering wheel. She didn't take her eyes off of the jagged, winding road for a second. If she did, she feared they might have an unpleasant journey down the sheer face of the mountain.
By Kristy Freeman5 years ago in Humans
Merlot Wine in the Moonlight
I have been invited to my Aunt's dinner party. She hosts one every year in the spring, “the best time of the year” as she claims. Bringing in the entire family and a few friends as an intent to fix some of the problems we so obviously face. I despise this time each year as it does nothing but create more fuss onto all the elders, who then begin lashing out at me and my cousins. I know Aunt means well but she continues to stretch these parties, I suppose in hope that the next year might be different. This year she set a theme called ‘be classy’, I’m not sure whether to laugh or take some offense to it. It feels like she’s setting out a deeper message to this year's theme, and saying to watch our tempers. Afterall I have overheard some of the family members say we're an ungraceful bunch. All in all, this party will happen and all I can do is to sit and watch as the night unveils.
By Julia Peredo5 years ago in Humans
Dear Liz
Dear Liz, Do you remember when we first started talking on Facebook Messenger? I barely replied, I went silent for a week at a time, and all I did was cry and complain about losing my former best friend. I remember how patient you were, how much you let me vent to you, and how understanding you were. I honestly thought, at that point, that I would never dedicate myself to a "best friend" ever again after how painful losing that friend was for me. I felt like I was certainly not doing well enough as a casual friend to you, but you never made me feel that way. My communication was spotty, at best. My dedication as minimal, if there was any at all.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Humans
dancing on thin ice
Lost in a trance of some sort. Watching as the pair was finishing up they’re private ice time. A ping of jealousy washed over them. They were envious of the two, actually of any pair skaters. It was always something they wanted to do, it seemed fulfilling. They loved skating no matter what, but the single skater felt like they were growing out of it all.
By lillypaddz5 years ago in Humans
